Grissom was beside himself with glee at how well his expedition into the jungle with Greg had gone. They had made their way back to the lodge and Greg had quickly gotten down on his knees and kissed the ground; apparently he hadn't had as good of a time as Grissom had thought. Despite that, Grissom decided that he needed to begin right away mapping out a plan to document his find and to tell the world all about it.

"Dr. Grissom, you had a productive afternoon, yes?" Mr. LaRourke had just walked out of the lodge and noticed the gear that Grissom was carrying.

"Yes." Grissom was smiling. "Very productive." It occurred to him that he really wanted to share the news with the rest of his team. "Have you seen Catherine recently?" She may not like his insects, but she would certainly appreciate the significance of what he'd found.

Mr. LaRourke had something akin to an impish smile on his face. "Ah, Ms. Willows I believe is spending the afternoon with our jungle guide Sven. She may very well be gone for the rest of the day." He looked as if he knew more than he was letting on with that smile, but then again, Mr. LaRourke had an aire of mystery about him anyway. "Yes, Sven is one of our best guides; I'm sure that Ms. Willows is seeing places in the jungle she never imagined were there."

"Good for her." Grissom wasn't about to tell Mr. LaRourke that if Sven was half as good looking as his name might indicate that Catherine would probably be taking him on a safari of her own. Good for Catherine. Grissom cleared his throat. "What about Warrick?" Surely his longtime favorite CSI would appreciate his find; it might actually get his mind off of whatever it was that had been distracting him at work lately.

"Mr. Brown departed about an hour ago; he had a pressing family matter back in Las Vegas to attend to." Mr. LaRourke informed Grissom.

Grissom's brow furrowed. "Oh, I see." He wasn't really sure he did, but he knew Warrick wouldn't just leave without a good reason; he only hoped that Ecklie wouldn't blow a gasket because the whole team hadn't been there for teambuilding.

"Anyone else? Mr. Stokes? Ms. Sidle?" Mr. LaRourke looked somewhat amused as he regarded Grissom.

Grissom nodded. "Where's Sara?" Yes, she would want to know all about his discovery; maybe she'd even be in the mood to celebrate with him. They had no strings attached, surely she would see how much of an aphrodisiac discovering new insects was; they'd has sex for less compelling reasons than that.

"I believe Ms. Sidle is in her bungalow." Mr LaRourke had a cautionary look on his face as he gestured towards the row of bungalows. He looked like he was about to say something else when Grissom rushed away.

"Sara will be thrilled for me." Grissom was getting himself worked up; it hadn't even occurred to him to stow the insects in his own bungalow first; he just reasoned that after she'd helped him celebrate that they could do some naked research and documentation of the bugs. He couldn't think of a better way to spend the rest of the afternoon. Surely Sara would see it the same way.

He set his case down next to him as he stood by the door to Sara's bungalow and knocked soundly, expecting that she would answer right away. He furrowed his brow a bit as he heard what sounded like a man's voice filtering through the door and then soft footsteps approaching. As the door opened, he wasn't really prepared for the site before him. A very rumpled looking Sara, with nothing but a sheet wrapped around her stood there with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Grissom." Sara wasn't sure why she was so surprised to see him standing there; bad timing seemed to be his forte when it came to her moving on.

Grissom pursed his lips together and arched both brows. "I see I've come at a bad time." Apparently, his idea of just how he was going to celebrate wasn't going to happen today. He could see a rather naked Nick stretched out in the only bed in the room with a sheet tangled around him. Clearly someone was living out a fantasy here.

"Uh, yeah, but its ok, Nick needs a few minutes to rest up." Sara smirked and cast a glance over her shoulder. "Don't you, Nicky?"

"You're one to talk, Sar." Nick's drawl was thick and sleepy as he called back.

"Uh, I should go." Grissom's brows furrowed as he glanced at Sara and then at Nick and then back at Sara. "I'll just talk to you later." Much later; maybe back in Vegas where there was no chance of Sara wearing a sheet to the lab or to see evidence of her sleeping with Nick.

"You don't have to go." Sara smiled a little too brightly. "There's plenty of room."

Nick chimed in. "We get better service when you come too, Grissom."

"Grissom. Grissom?" Catherine's voice was coming out of Sara's body and suddenly he felt himself jolt upright, breathing heavily.

"Gil, are you ok?" Catherine looked truly concerned. "We're all heading to the diner for a little teambuilding breakfast."

"I must have nodded off." Grissom was trying to get his bearings and process what Catherine was talking about. He looked at her oddly. "Where's Sven?" How could she have gotten back from the jungle so quickly?

Catherine arched a brow and snorted out a laugh. "Don't tell me that you're having my recurring dream now?" She looked completely amused.

"What's taking you guys so long?" Nick poked his head into Grissom's office.

"Just waking up Sleeping Beauty here." Catherine smirked. "Why don't you go on ahead with Sara and we'll catch up."

At the mention of Sara's name, Nick seemed to light up. "Want me to order you guys the usual?"

"Sure, just make sure you hold the..." Catherine didn't quite finish her sentence.

Sara appeared and grabbed Nick by the arm. "Salt, we know, Cath. C'mon tricky Nicky." She grinned at him conspiratorially as she pulled him down the hall away from Grissom's office.

Grissom just sat there blinking. Was this just another in a long line of dreams and daydreams he'd had about his life and what he wanted to accomplish with it?

"What do you say, Gil?" Catherine stood there expectantly. "Warrick and Greg went to pull the Denali around."

"Uh, yeah, sure." Grissom seemed to move on autopilot as he tried to reconcile real life with the dream he'd just had. Surely there was more to it than he might want to admit. Clearly he was going to have to stop fantasizing about his life and start doing something about it; otherwise it really was going to be too late one of these days.

The End

Author's Note: Ok, so I'm sure some of you expected an epic; but it just wasn't in me. I hope that you enjoyed this, and if not, well, it is what it is.